For you I wish all the
unremarkable things:
clear skies and no ice
on days you run late,
Tag: poetry
Dali, Portrait from Christ of Saint John of the Cross
He barely slept,
that night he came upon
the Saint, halo crisp and glinting,
and his circular scrap of sketch.
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Eating God
At dawn Mass is sung
in the cold and stone-
lined church. The mystic,
summoned to the Host,
falls to bony knees
before the altar,
Memorial
My mother makes an altar
to her parents
on the antique dresser
and counts the days passed
by the flowers that bud,
and wilt, and shed tear-shaped
onto the brown wood.
Holy Week
after Keaton St. James
I. Palm Sunday
Sunburned and gleaming, Jesus rides
into town warm and slow to a mass
of green, cloaks spilled out on the road,
Annunciation
Only Luke allows
her this: teenaged and soft-lipped,
Mary approached mid-
evening by silver-plated
terror splendid and
light, wingèd man offering
One Flesh
before boaz, the glistening
fields and gleaning wheat,
there was
cleaving
women pressed in parting –
ruth hot and wet
to naomi’s sorrowing ear: Continue reading “One Flesh”
Genesis 32
They danced in tandem until the heavy,
amber sun broke across the ford,
gathering up the sweat on Jacob’s temples,
and on the winged man’s iridescent palms.
Of Thee I Sing
As America scrambles for a freedom that suits its
brackish bigotry,
its citizens scramble to simply make the fraying
ends of their lives meet –
Moral Influence Theory
A poem in a series exploring different Atonement Theories.
Having loved his own
who were in the world,
Christ loved them
to the very end…
To Marvelous Light 